The Deep Sea Forest

The darkling sea lays secret siege
On any that cross her waves,
But even she salutes the brave
Who stand up in their graves.

The stony sea swallows all
That dare to fall and follow through,
Though she knows however deep the hole
You cannot sink a soul.

Every ship that has a crew
Holds a seedling soul there too.
When one gives up the loving sun
And is buried in the blackest blue
It plants itself in muddy brew
Then grows the way all tall tales grew,
Tearing through the doubting sea
Until what is is more than true!

A soul that sails and sees the sea
From underneath is quick to be
Back on the rise to waiting skies
As a rare seafaring tree.

These trees were born long, long ago
But only now are they free to grow
With dark waves flying far below.